syncopated.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

the needle and the damage done

to see a world in a grain of sand
and heaven in a wild flower.
to hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour.

it's interesting (not to mention confusing) when 'home' can refer equally to two different places at the same time.






the pearl is convenient, refreshing, cool.

but it doesn't seem to measure up to the completeness of seletar. everything seems to fit in just right.

. . .

i like a song with a story.

He swam steadily for most of the day.
Suddenly he found himself
approaching an enormous floating cavern.
Could it be an island?
Pinocchio looked closer
and he saw two huge rows of sharp, yellow teeth
and he realized his mistake.

So he would sulk and drink and mope
and cross his arms and hope to die.
And then a fairy came one night
to bring this sorry boy to life.
She pulled some strings,
spun him about,
that boy sprang up,
and began to shout,
"My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
they are alive."
And she would cry, "liar, liar,
What have I done?
You're no lover and I'm no fighter."

The story goes on.

So he would buy her things and
kiss her hair to show he was for real.
And she would take those gifts and
kisses though just stringing him along.
She knew about those wooden boys,
it's an empty love to fill the void
Pinocchio, oh boy, how your nose has grown
So he would cry, "liar, liar,
I'll prove it to you"

But then it grew.
He had grown tired of her
so it was true.
He left her apartment
and he walked all night long,
'til he was stopped by the shore of the ocean.
But still he walked on
amongst the whales and waves
and screamed, "liar, liar"
and his wooden body floated away.
He just drifted away.

And now I wonder how I was made
Now I wonder how I was made
My arms, my legs, my heart, my face,
my name is Driftwood.

another one is gorillaz' 'fire coming out of a monkey's head'.

. . .

big news. a new selection policy says i now have the chance to sign up for both radial and 4.7 at asian games. where, previously, i had to be the 2nd best full rig to sail radial...

it's now going to be done in the radial. so here's my big chance.

. . .

to think that you hardly talked to me for almost 2 months. lol silly poser.

Strummed at 10:29 AM (x)

Monday, May 08, 2006

blowin' in the wind

i'm so glad there was wind yesterday. like, finally we're doing something.

adrian's been lamenting that there's a certain lack of urgency in our squad.

How many roads must a man walk down,
Before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?

How many years must a mountain exist,
Before it is washed to the seas
How many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head,
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

How many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

introducing the three crazy, often slumbering idiots occupying the cosiest corner of the class. if only my name were nigel too.

or colin falcon. lol.

Strummed at 8:06 PM (x)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

inside it all feels the same

i'll be moving within the next few weeks.

like whispers in the rain

walking down my favourite street in the world today, walking past the trees, ferns and flowers, the gentle slope, the explosion of light and colour, the feeling of being intertwined with nature, the silence that described the moment perfectly.

'inside it all feels the same' appeared on
the playlist and i was
transfixed as i
was willed to
slow my

pace

down.

i still love saraca.

Strummed at 6:23 PM (x)

Monday, May 01, 2006

ms. brightside

picture of the day - darren chew doing his thinker pose next to the clump of bricks known as the great wall of china.

i've posted pics on shutterfly (click on 'welcome'). ask me if you want a cd or smth.

A robe hewed.

Is it not a shame
that the chances come by so few.
I may have praised your name
But I never knew you.

It's been more than a few years now.
I guess I've grown.
The grass is greener.
Recalling how we held hands to bow.
The seeds were sown,
but i had a fear
to reach that high.

You went with me; there was opportunity.
I was young then.
Preparation? Don't think so.
For luck, a better word, was missing. Surely
we would meet again?
Don't think so, no.
And she never even said goodbye.

Though I may have fame
and perhaps some glory; every few
moments, I remember your name
and how I never knew you.

Bade her woe.

Strummed at 11:55 AM (x)

the artist.
colin cheng.
3/4.14, 5/6.6.
acsi (ib).
10/09/1989.
sailor.
concluding@gmail.com

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beijing oep 2006
bordeaux 4.7 worlds 2006
los angeles radial worlds 2006
doha asian games 2006
hobart jan 2007
muse concert jan 2007
holland radial worlds 2007

his aspirations.
weight for laser.
breeze. chase it.
cut down on mistakes.
get to know pple better.
understanding. respect.
a cat.
discipline. control.
contact lenses.

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acsailing
cai
choong
elaine
han sheng
john loh
xin ling

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christopher o'riley
the cinematic orchestra
damien rice
dream theater
elliott smith
explosions in the sky
hiromi
isis
joe satriani
john petrucci
liquid tension experiment
mogwai
mono
my brightest diamond
oceansize
opeth
peter, paul and mary
radiohead
rodrigo y gabriela
sigur rós
simon & garfunkel
thursday
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yo la tengo

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